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(scratching) |
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On a warm San Franciscan Night... |
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(Verse 1) |
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Knight Lord Radio and Hale Bopp the Bay Bridge faded, |
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Tryin' to find Smiley's house, thank God we made it |
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Yo, blunts, broads and beats, keep it low through the streets |
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And niggas givin' us pounds 'cause of these dope-ass sounds |
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We run aground like ships over these beats I flips |
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The bass is hittin' so hard that your CD skips |
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Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again |
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I got my grip on it, to turn it up to volume ten |
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Volume ten? Word, like that brother from LA |
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Lord Radio and Hale Bopp be streakin' through the Bay |
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We all-city like the Mayor |
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You see my name on more fresh shit than Creed Taylor |
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The G for international ladies like a sailor, |
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Like a sailor I gets drunk and bust flows to the beat |
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Like my man J, I feel the Agony in Defeat |
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Cause sucka-chumps wanna test, step like we don't know |
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We doin', we doin' shows in San Francisco |
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That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters |
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Time to bless another track, we gettin' rid of the wack |
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We put 'em in the back with the other Tappan Zee shit |
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Beats hit hard, make the trolleys do ollies |
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Old folks grabs their collies and vacate the bay |
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See our name in Northern Lights, Thes Love and Double K |
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We gettin' wild for the night, we gettin' wild for the night |
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And it all went down, a what, what |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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Yo, rockin' shows for you and your crew |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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We rollin' blunts and doin' the do |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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We doin shows wit a mic check a one two |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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PUTS on the back, but we're comin' through |
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On a warm San Franciscan night |
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(Verse 2) |
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We was drinkin', smokin', more smokin', more drinkin' |
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Didn't think about the morning hangover, just didn't want to be sober |
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Yo Radio, tell me how did you feel, |
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Like I'll never catch a DUI, hit gas, peel |
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Make a left on Market, yo Mr. Double K |
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Ay, ay what's up? |
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Roll up the windows and spark |
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Done deal, yo, you didn't have to ask twice |
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Smokin' on top of the hill so we can peep the city lights |
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I'm on award tour, we got it locked like Alcatraz |
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Doin' a San Francisco show like Hubert Laws |
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CTI 7071, go buy it |
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Bring the drums like Harvey Mason, don't try it |
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Better luck next time, tryin' to step to the P |
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You in the Bay, punk, I guess you ain't heard about LA |
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Yo Double K, tell 'em that the P's unique with the beats |
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The PUTS show's a San Francisco treat |
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A San Francisco treat just like some Rice-A-Roni |
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Put it in your mouth and let it run down the middle just like Monie |
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Phony homie, you'll never rock a party |
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Your wack-ass crew gets called out |
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See I play the rod-roddy, come on now |
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To the Southland punks have you feelin the concrete |
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Have you askin' questions from your hands to your feet |
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You don't want to do the shit that I'm offering |
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Sayin that P can't rock your city, (what) who, you make a fool |
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Very often we win, yo very sueldom we lose |
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Spice rockin' yo mother-****in whole city |
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On A Warm San Francisco Night |
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Yo, rollin blunts and doin the do (the do, the do) |
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On A Warm San Francisco Night |
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Chillin wit your girl and her crew (her crew, her crew) |
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On A Warm San Francisco Night |
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Scaring old people, still doin the do (we're doin the do) |
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Yeah, making collect calls to another area code, we mowed |
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We be the 310, we be the main extension I be the Double K |
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And we crowning, ounces, vodka, whatever, juice, loose, |
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San Francisco here we come, we're comin' back we gonna have some fun |
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Much love to the Bay Area |
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P-U-T-S |
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(On a warm San Franciscan...) |
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Rockin' the disco, startin' a fight |
